Mafia Snatch Wife Man

Chapter 7. The Devil Who is Missed.

Seemed, the figure that had made Anja's entire body tremble and tremble. Vibrating from fear and also a little longing. Longing to be treated well, gently and affectionately. Longing to want his presence to be considered and noticed how he is today.

That's all Anja wanted during her pregnancy. Be given a little love so that she can live her pregnancy with a little happiness and a sense of calm.

"Prepare warm water for me!" Thunder gave orders while throwing his suit and dirty clothes in front of Anja's face. Regret for Arka he spilled on his wife. For some reason, every time he saw Anja, he would remember Arka and all his hatred for the man he spilled on Anja.

However, Anja is getting used to all the Thunder's attitude towards her. She hoped that one day this man who became her husband could change.

The manic-nosed woman immediately went down. I don't remember if she was pregnant. Anja moves so fast and agile. Preparing warm water for her husband's bath and putting Thunder's dirty clothes into a straw basket. Opening the shoes on both feet, Thunder who was straightening the neck on the hilt. Things like this, always Anja do every Thunder home.

Serving the violent man bin rough as it should be. All the attention and devotion he poured out still the response of this tall and burly man did not change in the least. Anja is only a personal servant and a mere lustrous fixer for Thunder at this time.

"Tumben's home is still late afternoon, Bang. I just got up from downstairs, too. Mama asked in the cuisine a lot of menus," he said starting a conversation with Guntur so that the atmosphere was not too quiet.

"That's your job, you don't have to report to me. I'll never care. Remember that! You're just a waitress in this house, in my room!" Reaching words, Thunder had just opened up Anja's true status in this house. No matter how hard the innocent beauty tried, her position in this house would never change.

I don't know until when he'll be considered just a bunch of worthless things. In fact, Anja felt that her fate was more despicable than trash. Anja hurriedly got up to put the Thunder boots in place. Simultaneously, raising the back of his hand, in order to wipe away the tears that instantly flowed profusely on both his cheeks.

His desire is not grandiose. Anja just wanted this family, especially Thunder accepting his presence as a human. No, a worthless thing that seems to have no feelings.

Anja held back the tightness once again. This was not the first time Thunder had said that to her. The man, who was clearly written on the marriage book was her husband. However, never once acted as a husband should attitude to his wife.

Regardless of this forced marriage that occurred on top of the debt repayment agreement. Anja, just want a little treatment. At least, he wanted to be humanized just once.

Anja thought about the fate that was in this womb. Since she was known to be pregnant she never once felt happiness. Once, when Arka made him laugh. "If this continues, how will the mental baby. I want to get pregnant in a happy and calm state. Is that a difficult request," Anja murmured as she pressed her chest firmly.

Brakk!

Their thunder the bathroom door until it hit the wall. Until, Anja jumped in shock.

"That's your job! I was tired all day working. Can't serve your husband well, huh!" Thunder instantly brushed off Anja's body which was near the bath up. In fact, he was pouring liquid soap into it.

Bugh!

Shoulder, Anja hit the shower faucet. Until, the pregnant woman was seen complaining small. Not the shoulder he rubbed but the stomach. Anja knows if she is surprised then the baby candidate will feel the same way.

"Where are! You gotta rub my back!"

Anja again gasped. He does not want the events of last week to happen again. Where he had to bathe, Thunder with a condition that was also without clothes.

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Arka, this shady-eyed man was looking at the calendar glued to the wall.

"Hemm, tomorrow it turns out Anjali's schedule check into the puskesmas. I hope they're okay." Arka was seen picking up her phone after the man's clothesline played in a contact search.

"Hello, Cil ...!"

[Mbok, Mas Arka phone! ]

There was a small scream across there, the voice of a teenager who called his mother because there was a phone call from the brother.

"Just a minute, Yo, Mas. The mbok again in the kitchen."

Arka smiled, hearing the explanation from her youngest sister. Because the mother really listened to the ban. At least this is more normal than he knew at this hour, his parents were in the middle of a neighboring rice field.

Arka imagined the wrinkled old woman's hands and feet sinking in the dirty mud. Burned in the hot sun until the mother's skin is dry and busik.

The heart of the child who can imagine if the woman who is already that old but still works hard. While the child in the city has a job with wages that can bear the cost of living the mother and sister for a month. Although, the old man was not his real mother. But Arka face a lot of indebtedness and must be devoted to him.

"Piye kabare, to, Cah Good?" ask Ms. Warti who is her foster mother. Warti is honest when Arka asks her true identity. Because, he is white is not the same as Acil, his sister.

"healthy. How's mbok?" The arc that had been in the city for a long time had forgotten a little of the regional language. Even so he still understood when the woman who had raised him spoke.

Arka has been carried away by the language of his friends in the big city. After all, the face of the arka if noticed is indeed inappropriate if it comes from a small remote village. If it's polished and dressed up a little neatly, then, so Arka can easily blend in with young executives who like to gather in a club not far from the shopping complex that is close to the two-wheeled vehicle showroom where he works now.

"Thank God, Mbok is cooking for Acil. Your sister asked for a telo anointing," said Si Mbok who made Arka suddenly chuckle. His sister, he had already sent Frozen food from here. But, who likes to be eaten still kelela that.

"Tongue, Cil. Ora iso so wong town!" ledek Arka laughs at the habit of Acil who only likes village food. Although, he had sent out some packaged snacks.

"You don't keep sending food here, Le. Think for yourself too. You have to save."

"The work is to suffice you, Mbok. Not making a tube."

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